How Does Emily Feel About Light-Sabers?

In the comments to "The Zombies - A Rose For Emily", Jady writes a brief note, asking for an update on how things are going with Emily. So, I thought I would drop a quick blog entry, giving the ley of the land, in that regard.

Meisner class ended last Tuesday and she wasn't there, actually. Her flight landed at O-Hare, with thirty minutes to go before the end of class. We knew, in advance, that she wouldn't be there.

And so it was, that her text message to me, saying "So glad to be back! How was class? Was my scene partner there? Did he say anything stupid?" actually came through, as I was onstage, doing my scene from "Battle of the Bands." I reached down, silenced the vibration in my pocket and went on with the scene.

After class, when I saw the message, I was thrilled to hear from her again. She's in town, less than 20 minutes before I get contact from her. I take that as a good sign. We had a pleasant chat, via text, about how class went and how stupid her scene partner generall is. Just checking in with each other. It was nice.

A day later, she responded to the email that I sent her while she was gone for the vacation. I swear, it was all business. She's looking for a new headshot photographer and I've talked to her about using Greg.

She's also going to audition for "Fugue", which is good, because it's an amazing show and she's actually a smart, talented, emotive actress. She should be a good match for the show. (Leaving aside that it would mean three more months in rehearsal with her and two months performance with her. Possibly more.)

Tony playfully accused me of casting the show with my dick. I swear I'm not. If she couldn't do the show and do it well, I never would've mentioned it to her. And this whole thing is entirely "dick-free", at this point. The most physical contact that we've had was a warm, pleasant hug. Entirely asexual. It was just nice, being close to her. Even when I am alone, I don't fantasize about her. I'm crushing on her, not lusting after her. That stuff will come later, probably. I'm not rushing anything. I could do the show with her and moon over her a little bit, but I won't make an actual pass at her. It's not that kind of crush.

Yesterday, I got a nice, long email from her. She responded to my headshots discussion and talked about how excited she is about "Fugue" auditions and then ended things off asking about my "midnight comedy show". Apparently, she and some of her friends are going out that night and she's thinking about seeing "Sickest Stories".

Oh Lord. Of course, she would come on the night that I'll be dressing up like Darth Vader. Why would she come any other night?!?

I might have to reassess the entrance that I'd worked out for myself.

This is my life.

A 33 year old man who has to decide whether he should "dry-hump" a room-ful of total strangers, in a Darth Vader costume, with his fancy-pants light-saber standing in as his penis, possibly risking offense with the 26 year old girl that he fancies.

I don't think that normal people have to think about that sort of thing.

Merrily We Roll Along,
Mr.B